His tears, carrying a scorching heat, slid down along the skin of her neck, as if they streamed all the way into the depths of her heart.
Scalding and searing.
Listening to the words Fu Yanshen said by her ear, her heart convulsed fiercely all of a sudden.
It was an unfamiliar emotion.
This was heartache.
She was actually feeling heartache for Fu Yanshen.
Heartache for a man of whom she had no recollection.
This feeling was as if it had been etched into her soul.
Making Mu Chenxi harbor the illusion that she cared deeply about Fu Yanshen.
But how could that be?
Fu Yanshen didn't hold her for too long; after hugging her tightly, he quickly let go.
"Chenxi, are you hurt anywhere?"
His large hand moved from her shoulder down her arm, touching gently and cautiously.
His gaze followed the movement of his hand, meticulously checking whether she had any injuries.
"I'm fine."